Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 119 Very Unmagical Magic

Underground of the castle.

Inside the Potions Professor's office.

The bloody Barrow presented a strange gray-black solid state, and was hung in the mid-air of the office by a rope—to be honest, if he wasn’t a ghost, covered in blood, and his image was too It was too gloomy, and it might be interpreted by some interested people as Snape playing some kind of strange play on him.

"I've never thought about how to fill ghosts with potions."

William carefully circled the bloody Barrow twice, and he observed that there was still some purple fluorescent liquid on the floor under Barrow, presumably before he came, Snape had already tried to force-fill this kind of liquid. practice.

In William's impression, there are also differences between ghosts. A very special ghost like Peeves can have a very obvious impact on reality, while Moaning Myrtle has an unusual relationship with water. Contact, she can not only get water everywhere in the bathroom, but also move quickly along the pipes.

But Nick, who is almost headless, and Barrow, the bloody man, seem to belong to the well-regulated type.

"Nobody thought about it."

Snape rolled his eyes in complete annoyance at William's question.

"Then how did you move him here?"

William asked a question.

"After being petrified, it seems to have gained some weight and can be affected by flowing gases."

Snape pointed to the corner of the room, where there was a big fan, and William couldn't help thinking of a somewhat funny picture: in the middle of the night when no one was in the castle, Snape desperately waved the fan The big fan drove the bloody Baro to go underground.

"I've tried giving him inhalation in the form of a steam, but that's just so slow it's going to take at least a week to get it back to normal."

Noticing the look in William's eyes, although he didn't know what offensive thing he was thinking, Snape was sure that the bad-mouthed Buffalo was not thinking anything good.

"Perhaps the ghosts themselves are a special form of gas? So they can be blown away by the fan, or ingest the steam?"

William suddenly recalled that in the original book, Harry and the others did participate in a ghost's birthday. At that time, the food was very rotten. It is said that it was only in this way that they could smell some faint smells.

"If you want to be in a daze, you can find another place."

Snape urged impatiently.

The potion had already been brewed, and success was imminent. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no way to do it, and William couldn't do anything if he wanted to prove that he couldn't do it, Snape would definitely not be willing to ask him for help.

Because their personalities are simply born to be aggressive.

"I do have an idea."

But William did think of a very unwizard, but perhaps very wizard way.It is of course a very dangerous thing to try a brand-new craft that you came up with by patting your head, but it's okay to try.

The Bloody Baron hadn't lived anyway.

It is impossible for him to die more thoroughly.

"Of course you don't have ideas like you do?"

In the middle of Snape's words, he suddenly realized that what William said was interesting, "If you're talking about using a bigger pipe for distillation, then you can go back."

He looked at William suspiciously.

"Wait."

William liked Snape's awkward character very much, because every time he proved himself correct, such awkward Snape's expression would significantly enhance the psychological satisfaction he got.

William called Ralo the house-elf.

"Mr. Buffalo. And Professor Snape."

Lalo looked at Snape with a gloomy face in a daze, and bowed respectfully.

"Is he your saviour? A house-elf?"

Snape said with a sarcastic smile.

"Yes."

William nodded and replied, "Take us to Nymph's side." He untied the rope tied to the bloody Baron from the cauldron of potion, wrapped it around the wrist of his right hand, and took the rope of Larodi with his left hand. come hand.

"professor?"

He looked at Snape, and the potions professor let out a dissatisfied "hum" before stretching out two fingers to Lalo's palm for him to hold.

In the next moment, accompanied by a very short squeeze, they appeared in the back warehouse of "Nymph's Secret".

The room that was cast with the No Trace Extending Curse can almost be regarded as the most modern place in the entire wizarding world, because not only does it have a large combined freezer and a generator, William also purchased some of the experiments that required electricity. The laboratory equipment is placed here.

"very messy."

Snape stated his evaluation bluntly.

William tied the bloody Barrow to the operating table next to him, and adjusted his angle so that his shoulders instead of his head were against the ceiling. Then he casually took out two cans of iced Coke from the freezer, and put one of them back Throw it to Snape.

"A bottle?"

He casually knocked off the metal lid of the Coke on the shelf next to him, and took a big gulp.

"I didn't know you liked Muggle things so much."

Snape took the Coke and said with a slightly sarcastic tone, of course he knew that William had a mysterious passion for Muggle things.

But this did not prevent Snape from mocking him while carefully examining the cold bottle in his hand. The dark brown liquid inside looked like poison—he had seen Coke before, and when he was still young, He'd seen those Muggle children drink it back then.

Snape shook his head, put those bad memories behind him, followed William's example and took a sip of Coke.

The cold, bubbly liquid rushed straight down his throat, and there was also a sweetness and a strange but not unpleasant aroma in it. This strange combination stimulated his taste buds.

"belch."

He burped slightly.

But here at the moment there are only him and William. Even if it is just a small hiccup, it is clearly like a troll singing hoarsely.

"Let's get down to business."

Suppressing a laugh, William decided to divert Snape's attraction away while he drew his wand.

"how do you want to do it?"

Snape frowned and said displeasedly.

"I think your idea of ​​distilling the potion, producing steam, and allowing Barrow to ingest it slowly is correct, but this efficiency is too slow."

William explained his train of thought.

Snape nodded slightly without interrupting him. He knew how to maintain a basic sense of awe when facing knowledge in unknown domains.

"So what we have to do is to extend on the basis of this idea - if my judgment is not wrong, we can treat the blood man Barrow as a kind of gas, and what we have to do is to pass it into the magic In the medicine, stir it at a very fast speed."

Whether it is heating or increasing the contact area, it is an effective way to speed up the reaction.

"Stirring gas? Are you kidding me?"

Snape frowned.

"So we're going to come here and operate."

William shook his head, indicating that he was really serious - in the set of experimental equipment he bought before, there was a very expensive stirring kettle, which conducts heat oil in the jacket, and can be heated by electricity, so that The reaction temperature reaches above 300 degrees Celsius.

With a "poof", the house elf Lalo reappeared in front of them.

"Mr. Buffalo, here is your nitrogen."

He put a gas tank on the ground.

"Thank you, Lalo."

William nodded. He moved the stirring tank over and began to clean it.

"What do you need me to do?"

Snape looked at William's operations in a daze. He had never felt as non-existent as a Potions professor like now.

"Uh, you can pour the Mandrake potion into the stirring kettle and drink a bottle of Coke, read some magazines, novels or something? There is a sofa over there, and there are recent magazines in the cabinet, and some novels I like."

William hesitated for a moment, then gave an answer that made Snape want to pull out his wand.

"Your method works best."

With a displeasure on his face, Snape took out the cauldron containing the potion from the pocket where he had cast the Untraceable Extending Curse, and then, as William said, he went to the cabinet and rummaged for a while, holding a book "Time", sat down on the sofa.

He put on a stand-by attitude, naturally because he wanted to see William encounter Waterloo.

"But even if my idea doesn't work, aren't we still at the same level?"

William thought to himself, but considering that he might need to poach Snape later, he decided not to stimulate his already fragile nerves.

"First evacuate the inside of the reactor, then introduce the potion and blood man Barrow in, and then heat and stir."

Skillfully using the displacement method to evacuate the reactor, William carefully and rigorously implemented his plan—to his surprise, all of this went very smoothly, only when the bloody Baro was "pumped" into the reaction When I was in the kettle, I encountered some difficulties at the beginning.

But on William's whim, he "poked" the wand into the Bloody Baron like he was cooking potion, and after stirring for two times, the Bloody Baron really looked like a cloud of gray-black gas , was pumped into the reactor.

That's magic.

If it weren't for the lack of electrical appliances at Hogwarts, he wouldn't even have to make the detour to Hogsmeade.

After doing all this, he just quietly waited for the potion to take effect, and let the blood man Baro be released from the petrified state.

"that's it?"

Snape looked at William suspiciously.

He himself got used to it quite quickly. He had already placed two finished magazines by his knees, and picked up Tolkien's "Lord of the Rings" instead.But in Snape's eyes, William just tossed around with a few jars for a while, and then sucked the ghost into that jar again.

"What kind of potionist is this? It's all the fault of that Heisenberg. If it wasn't for his ideas, how could there be so many messy things happening.

But the closed metal jar that can not only heat but also automatically stir at high speed seems to be quite useful? "

Snape thought to himself.

"That's right. If your potion is all right, and the ghost does exist in the form of some kind of gas."

William replied that he also tapped his wand on the surface of the stirring kettle from time to time, although he didn't know if it would do anything, but at least it made him look like a serious wizard who knew what he was doing.

"Speaking of which, Professor, are you interested in a part-time job?"

　When Snape was a child, his father was violent, poor, and lacked love. His mother was a witch but she might be mentally unstable, so it is basically impossible to have spare money to buy him Coke.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)